I read this post at Reddit last week from some other gamer and thought I would share it with you.
It has some bad language (sorry

) but it was so funny!
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So I'm pootling along just outside Whiterun, about 30 mins into Special Edition, feeling good with my Argonian mage (rolled from Skyrim roulette). I'm wondering what to do next when I stumble across the giant camp just outside the city walls.
Now, I saw the post recently on here about not tangling with giants if you're a single digit level, and yeah, that's all well and good.
But I'm role playing my Dragonborn as a badass, fearless, komodo dragon type [censored]. So I walk me and my massive brass balls into the camp, pick the Expert lock with no problems because [censored] you that's why, and stare the giant down as I put on my nice new fur bracers and fill my pockets with his gold.
Now this isn't exactly mega brave just yet because he doesn't aggro to this. As you know he'll only aggro if you start tickling his bum or fondling the mammoths. So I could just walk calmly back out and find some wolves to punch until I'm hitting the heady heights of level 4.
Unfortunately I didn't account for the OTHER giant (presumably his life partner) who was at this very moment sidling up behind me. So all of a sudden I'm blasting through the sky like Team Rocket at the end of 'Pokemon Emergency!' (Episode 2 of the Indigo League season and the first recorded instance of Team Rocket 'blasting off').
So I reload. And I'm standing just outside Whiterun. And I hasten over to the camp because I saw Groundhog day and I know just how to achieve success here. This time I loot the chest and INSTANTLY start booking it towards the city. As I've said I'm a level 3 mage and my measly flames are basically going to be like a warming foot bath for the lanky prick currently chasing me with a club.
So I need the back up of the city guards.
Luckily though there's a first stage response team ready and waiting.
The giant killing experts.
The dream team.
The khajit caravan have pitched camp just outside the city and are ready and waiting to aid in my struggle.
I sprint through them like a whirlwind (although ironically enough I DON'T have whirlwind sprint at this point because the thought of the frost troll halfway up Hrothgar makes even my lizards sizeable testicles shrivel up into tiny raisins), knocking pots and pans and skooma flying everywhere.
Their outrage fades away as Giant McGiantface comes pounding up. They look up at him with awe and fear briefly dancing across their whiskered visages. But then they steel their hearts and they put steel in their hands, and as one, they attack. 4 khajit start laying into the giant from each side like they're velociraptors in a Jurassic Park movie (but like, one of the good ones where they are shown to be scary motherf***ers and not the new one where they ride bicycles with Chris Pratt and make animal balloons if you blow the whistle in the right way).
For a second the giant looks perturbed. But then he remembers that he's a giant and within 7 seconds my fighting feline force has been reduced to a bunch of flat cats and he's scraping me off the underside of his hippy sandals.
Reload.
Everything happens the same way except this time the khajit seem to think they're in an episode of goddamn Westworld. As soon as the giant comes thundering towards them, they somehow recall the memories of being decimated by him before, and they override their self defense programming and they run for the hills.
So it's just me and 2 city guards.
At this point the giant is getting creative and this time he sends the 2 guards into the stratosphere, with such amazingly accurate club swings that one guard lands in a nearby stream and is immediately eaten by a family of mudcrabs, and the other lands in Fallout 4 and is killed by the linearity.
So now it's just me. The Argonian twat of a mage who's acting out his own personal Edge of Tomorrow, but in this instance hes learning nothing each time. I duck under the club swing aimed at my scaly face and leap up onto the nearby guard tower. The giant isn't dissuaded by the tiny path and follows me up, eager to punch my ticket for the last time so he can get back to camp and carry on staring at mammoths for an eternity.
I back pedal desperately, and fall off the tower, landing on a small rocky ledge about 4 feet up from the ground.
From here I can back up slightly and be beneath the wooden steps leading up to the guard post.
From here, I'm untouchable.
Now those of you who are lactose intolerant, stop reading here and go drink some almond milk, because it's CHEESE time.
The giant paces around me furiously, but cannot do a single goddamn thing as I besiege him with flames.
Crispy death comes for him out of my mystic fingers.
Really f***k' slowly though.
I run out of magika about 8 times, exhausting the few potions I had that could replenish it, and leading to lots of awkward waiting for my hands to reload as a slightly charred giant eye-[censored] me warily.
But eventually I did it. Eventually the torrent of fire laid the giant low, and he went to a better place, where he could chase sabre cats and frolic in amongst all the extra foliage there is now.
And for my efforts I got 57 Gold, a giants toe, and my destruction went up from 26 to 28.
Worth it.